Who'd Been Sleeping in Her Bed?
When Tory Caswell attended her sister's wedding in a magical old Victorian resort, her mind was filled with images of bouquets and garters. But when she awakened the next morning, she thought she was still dreaming. Because a gray-eyed hunk was sharing her pillow!
Rand Trent had drunk some brandy the previous night, but not that much. He could never have forgotten sleeping in the arms of such a gorgeous woman. But was Tory Caswell sane? After all, the instant she got a second look at Rand, she started proclaiming that it was 1995 - when he knew good and well that it was the 1800s... .
When Tory Caswell attended her sister's wedding in a magical old Victorian resort, her mind was filled with images of bouquets and garters. But when she awakened the next morning, she thought she was still dreaming. Because a gray-eyed hunk was sharing her pillow!
Rand Trent had drunk some brandy the previous night, but not that much. He could never have forgotten sleeping in the arms of such a gorgeous woman. But was Tory Caswell sane? After all, the instant she got a second look at Rand, she started proclaiming that it was 1995 - when he knew good and well that it was the 1800s... .
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